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"The door to the Forerunner bunker slides open, and the Chief is immediately greeted with the CLACK CLACK of guns going hot. A TRIO OF MARINES have rifles drawn on the door.

WOUNDED MARINE #3: WHOA! HOLD YOUR FIRE!

WOUNDED MARINE #2: One of ours!

As soon as they see its a friendly, they crawl out of cover. They're pretty banged up - some with legs broken, etc.

WOUNDED MARINE #1: It's one of the Spart- wait a...

The shock of the Chief's appearance hits them one after another. The Marines stand there, jaws on their chests.

WOUNDED MARINE #2: (in shock) XO! You better see this!

LASKY: Berger, if this is another exploding plant, I swear I'm going to tell your whole platoon how you really broke that leg.

WOUNDED MARINE #3: Uh, sir?

LASKY: OK, whatcha got-

Lasky looks up - sees the Chief.

LASKY: Holy Crap.

MASTER CHIEF:(saluting) Sir.

It takes Lasky a whole second before he remembers to return the gesture.

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